Sunday, June 27, 2010

I Am English

Sadly, England's quest for the World Cup has just ended. But I have thoroughly enjoyed watching all the soccer games the last couple of weeks, and I'm excited to watch a few more. If Brazil and the Netherlands meet in the quarters, that will be a good game, and Argentina should progress through and give this young German team a run. I'm happy to see Ghana do well, too. What I liked about the England-Germany game today was the lack of diving - the South Americans and Africans are Bad in that regard. Or Naughty, as the English announcers would say. And don't even get me started on the Spain-Portugal match - I won't be able to watch that one because I'll get too irate. And Japan-Paraguay is just not interesting to me. If the English had actually continued playing the match after they were robbed of Lampard's goal today, it would have been a treat to watch. The Germans played well; textbook passes and good runs. They deserved it. Sigh.

Whether it's the amount of soccer I've been watching lately or the fact that I am completely green with envy over my parents' upcoming 2-month vacation in England, I really really really am feeling desperately English lately. (It also could be my glowing white legs making an appearance during the brief episode of sun on Friday - you can't get more English than MY skin tone) I've been craving English foods, and wanting an English vacation more than anything.

I took the boys to our local British import shop the other day; just before Father's Day actually. Ostensibly I was there to get Scotch Pies and Bangers for my dad's father's day present, but *somehow* I walked out of there with about $50 in chocolate, crisps and biscuits. Ethan is now a fan of Jammie Dodgers - I have created a monster!

So as I was watching - what else - World Cup the other day, Jack asked if he could have a Flake. I mumbled distractedly in the affirmative and off he ran. Are you familiar with Flakes? Delicious, but the messiest chocolate bar ever as it's a jumble of flaked chocolate that essentially explodes into crumbs as you eat it. At half time, I came into the kitchen and there was chocolate everywhere. Piles of little pieces of chocolate all over the table, floor, and melted onto various parts of Jack's body. In fact, the net weight of the chocolate we swept up seemed to be more than the amount of grams listed on the packet, so I'm not really sure how much actually got inside Jack. Lesson learned: pay careful attention when the word "Flake" is mentioned.

Somehow, after all my cheese and Branston sandwiches, tea and shortbread, my pants miraculously don't need a belt anymore. The dryer must be shrinking the waistbands. Hm.

World Cup, Wimbledon, Tour de France starting up next weekend - all on the heels of the Olympics to boot - this is a fantastic month for sports. Those are all my favourites to watch!

The boys have a day and a half left in school, then we are on to summer fun starting June 30th! We're going camping after Canada Day (just a little, enough to placate the boys and not so much that us grown-ups go crazy) and have lots of outings planned around our local area. Now we just need the weather to cooperate!

I was very excited the other day - Jack was sick and home from school. Not that his being sick was so cool, but only going to the school twice in one day rocked - 8:30 to 2:30 without being interrupted by a Kindergarten pickup was awesome! It gave me a taste of what it's going to be like in the fall, and I like that taste A LOT. I got SO much done, and Jack is such a good little patient that he is easy to take care of when he's sick. He's better now, and we are looking forward to visiting my parents this afternoon for Greek Day in Kits. Ooh, the food we will consume!!!

It may even take away a few English cravings... or maybe not. I'm not sure what will cure my homesickness for a country I only lived in for the first two years of my life. Whenever I am in England I feel Home. Even if they see me as Canadian through and through - and I love Canada - I am English at heart. I asked for a plane ticket for my birthday but I'm not holding my breath. I will just turn my sights toward enjoying Canada Day on Thursday (but the red I wear may secretly be for St. George).

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all daddies out there. Especially to Mike and to my own Daddy.
I promise not to poop in your lap anymore, Daddy. Sorry about that.

Also? You may laugh at the look now, but in the seventies my parents were killer fashionable. Check out the boots. I'm not lyin'.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Tempus fugit

Hello June, nice to meet you. I am "super happy" that you want to just fly right on by. Do you think you could have paused a little on the one and a half sunny days we have had since February??? I'd like you to stick around a little while, but only if you're going to keep bringing the sunshine. thank you.


These boys have broken me.

No, really. I think my toe is broken. Still not sure EXACTLY how it all went down, but one moment the three of us were happily walking on our way to get a slurpee, next moment we were all TKO'd on the sidewalk. Jack skinned his knee, Ethan twisted his ankle and his 67 pounds stomped down with the other foot onto my poor toe. We're all blaming Jack, but really with no just cause. Even Jack says it's his fault but doesn't know how or why.

But like the trooper I am, we hobbled on to the Slurpee store.
Then I very seriously considered calling Mike to come and get us. I didn't think I would make it home with a potentially broken toe, down the hill, in flip flops. I did in the end, but it took a whopping 45 minutes to limp home. Sad, sad.

I am icing my toe now but man, is it ever burning in pain under there! Luckily I just got a pedi this morning (on a whim when I got done photocopying at the school) so my toes look awful pretty. They don't exactly FUNCTION, per se, but they look good. Until the bruising sets in.

Countdown to end of school: 9 days
Time is a-flyin' by!